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Post by Grimmlocke on Nov 28, 2006 0:46:32 GMT -5
OOC: Right...j33r? (Yay, making crap up!)
IC: "What happens now? Well, first I suggest we get out of here." Danny said with a smile. "I'm Danny, by the way." He stepped back to the door and stood in front of it for a moment. With a snap of his fingers, he turned around to face the young woman, Jen, if her file was right. "You might want to grab a jacket or something. It's a bit of a temperature change once you get out of the city. You know, less buildings and asphalt to soak up heat."
Danny thought he heard footsteps coming down the hallway. "Just a sec. I'm going to go and deal with our friends for moment." He opened the door and stepped out into the corridor, right into the path of the oncoming men. "Sorry guys, she's taken." He said with a friendly smile.
"And who are you, kid?" One of the men said, his lips curling up in a confident smirk. "Shouldn't you be at school?"
Danny rubbed his temples. The fact that he looked younger than he was had gotten him carded for various things plenty of times. "I'm Daniel Lancaster representing Dubois U. I came to recruit Jen here for our program."
"So? We're from the Federal Government. Our authority supercedes yours. This girl is needed to defend our country."
"The University has a contract with the Government. All our research is handed over to you people as soon as we complete it. In return, all our Talents are granted immunity from your conscription efforts. This girl has entered into a verbal agreement with us to come back to Dubois and become part of our team."
The cocky smirk on the man's face began to fade. "Whatever, once she hears our arguments, she's sure to be convinced. I'm sure we can sort out any legal problems later, after she's been integrated into our program." He made as if to push Danny to the side, but he found himself running into a invisible wall.
"All our Talents are immune, gentlemen, and that includes me. The lady has made her decision, and I'm not going to let you blackmail her into something she doesn't want to do. Now, if you'll just turn around and find someone else to sink your claws into, preferably someone who deserves it, we'll be on our way." Danny said, still forcing an amicable grin.
"I'm going to report you to my superiors, Lancaster. You haven't heard the last of this." The man said, his face beet red. Danny didn't know whether it was anger or embarassment. After all, he wasn't a telepath.
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Post by Grimmlocke on Oct 18, 2006 23:40:52 GMT -5
"The difference?" Danny's mind raced. "Well, like I said, we're more into researching our abilities and helping people out, as opposed to the government project, which is about using Talents as weapons."
"You see, the people who run our little project are scientists that aren't only funded by the government, but also by large corperations with an interest in Talents. That means that they can study our abilities for the pure science of it, instead of only in terms of how many people we can kill. Make no mistake about it, that's what the Government run Psi-Ops program is made for. If you don't believe it, ask your parents. The people I'm looking for are the children of ex-members of the government's group." He grinned at her, hoping she was taking this rather well.
"Yeah, I only found out over the past couple days that my goofball parents are Talented, much less former Cold-War era killing machines."
Danny steepled his hands together. "I don't know how much of a concern this is with you, but I was threatened with drafting into the military if I didn't join them willingly. Like I said, I don't know if they can do that to a girl, but they'll probably try to. Just a heads up there."
"Finally, this is totally optional. You don't have to join us, but I would recommend it. You obviously have some form of Talent, and it sounds to me like your experience wasn't all that great. I've been with these guys since my early teens, and they've given me the time to practice with my abilities, to learn how to control them so I don't hurt anybody on accident. I mean, we have an enormous parking lot set up with no one in it for the express purpose of practice." Danny didn't tell her about becoming stronger with experience. It might scare her away, and if she was scared, it would be easier for the military to harass her in with them.
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Post by Grimmlocke on Oct 14, 2006 19:59:02 GMT -5
Danny was suprised when he was grabbed and pulled into the apartment. As soon as the door shut behind him, he wondered if perhaps he had suprised her too much. He had heard that some people reacted poorly when they found out they were Talented.
After she was done talking, Danny raised his hands in a placating gesture. "First, calm down a little bit. It won't help anyone to get bent out of shape, since some people rely on emotions to control their abilities." He gave her a reassuring grin and moved on. "As to the guys on their way up, I imagine their from the U.S. government, here to invite you to work for their Black Ops Psi-Team, or whatever they're calling it.
"I, on the other hand, am here to invite you to join a group that is forming as we speak, a group that currently seeks to better understand the Talents people like us possess. I personally hope that at some point they'll let us help in rescue operations and the like. Anyway, we don't have a name right now, but hopefully that'll be solved soon." Danny placed a hand on his chest as he declared the goals he had just come up with. Silently, he congratulated himself on excellent on the fly thinking.
OOC: Don't worry, Ninja. I'll try to recruit Sadie quickly so we can get you in on the action.
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Post by Grimmlocke on Oct 8, 2006 2:53:05 GMT -5
Danny grinned at the girl he had apparently woken up. "Hi. Look, I don't really know how to explain this all that well, but my parents knew your parents, and through that association I was lead to you. I have a few questions for you, and then I'll leave you to the suits that're coming up to talk to you."
He gave her a conspiratorial wink. "Yeah, they came after me too. Anyway, my first big question is this: Have you at anytime manifested abilities that could be defined as paranormal? Paranormal being, uh...well, things like this." He pulled a pencil out of his pocket and placed it on the palm of his hand before levitating it up in the air, where it remained, spinning. "Or hearing other peoples thoughts, or going out of your own body, maybe even a little spontaneus combustion? You know, making things burst into flame?" The pencil finally came back to rest on his hand, and Danny put it back into his pocket.
"But yeah, if you can, I can practically guarantee you a better salary than you're making wherever it is that keeps you up so late."
OOC: Which is ironic, since it's almost four in the morning as I write this.
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Post by Grimmlocke on Oct 4, 2006 23:30:48 GMT -5
OOC: By all means, explain away.
IC: Danny got a call on his cell phone as he was driving on the interstate. "Make it quick, I'm driving." He said as soon as he had it open and held between his head and shoulder.
"Alright, here's the Reader's Digest version. You're looking for Jennifer Lind, she lives in Baltimore. You have a pencil and paper handy?"
"Always." Out of a pile of trash in the passenger's seat, a paper and pencil floated up. The paper molded itself to the dashboard and the pencil hastily scribbled down the address. "Okay, thanks." Danny said before closing the phone. He opened a window to cool off. He had never been all that good at multi-tasking.
"God, I wish I had On Star or something." Danny muttered as he trolled the many streets of Baltimore. He could have sworn he had passed the address on the paper at least three times. To the dismay of the drivers behind him, he had slown to a crawl, squinting at the addresses as he went by.
The car finally slowed to a stop in front of a large apartment complex. Danny stepped out, talking on the phone again. "I'm going as fast as I can, alright?"
"Danny, we already have two people secured. We have a telepath and a remote viewer, both quadroplegic, if you can believe it." Danny wasn't paying attention though, instead he was watching a group of very straight backed men in business suits climbing out of a black van.
"Sorry, Doc, but I gotta go." He quickened his pace, getting ahead of the men that were heading into the building in single file. It had been nice of them to get by the security system for him. Suddenly, the man in the lead tripped on something and fell, throwing the whole line into chaos. "Oops." Danny whispered as the doors on the elevators closed.
On the way up, Danny checked himself over, making sure there weren't any more food crumbs on his clothing. He had thought about tying his hair back, but since he could only get half of it back there, he had decided against it. He wanted to be seen as Danny, not the Dread Pirate Roberts. With a ding, the door slid open.
Danny counted doors as he walked along the hall. He came to a stop in front of one of them and raised his hand to give a knock.
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Post by Grimmlocke on Oct 3, 2006 0:55:46 GMT -5
OOC: What, I'm a Willow? Man. That's like, my least favorite tree...
IC:Danny followed Randy into one of the many classrooms in the university. When they got there, he saw that the room was filled with a whole assortment of military personnel, gathered behind one man with a whole bunch of medals on his chest.
"General Jacobs? This is Daniel Lancaster, the man you wanted to see." As Randy introduced him, Danny studied the General. He was a rather powerfully built man, looking to be in his late fifties. Sea green eyes peered out from under thick white eyebrows. His lips were in what seemed to be an almost perpetual grimace, which suited his long, angular face. The general was wearing a normal dress uniform and hat, all of which was spotless. The general opened his mouth.
"Mr. Lancaster, it's good to finally meet someone as powerfully Gifted as yourself. Have you met any others?"
Danny shrugged. "No, I haven't. Why?"
"Because, son, we're looking for people that are talented, people who are willing to serve their country."
"You want to recruit me? What for? Doesn't the military already have a team?" Danny was leery of joining anything controlled by the government, especially the military. He had no wish to use his gifts to kill people, and that was certainly what the military would want him to do with them.
"Yes, but our current team is a joke. Our Telekinetic can barely lift a couple barrels. You however, seem to be much more capable" The general smiled.
It was Danny's turn to grimace. So, they had seen him lifting the truck, had they? "What if I don't want to join up?"
General Jacobs' smile disappeared. "Well then, we could always draft you. I'm sure you've already filled out your Selective Service form, haven't you?"
"Yes, I have." Danny couldn't figure out why they hadn't drafted him already, but they had him. He had begun to open his mouth when a door slammed off to the left. Everyone in the room turned to look at the woman in a white lab coat that was doing her best to stomp down the aisles wearing shoes that were plainly not meant for stomping.
"General Jacobs, don't you dare try to bully this young man." She said, her voice full of scorn and anger. She turned to Danny. "You don't have to go with him, Danny. We already have a contract with the government that keeps them from drafting you. The only way they can have you is if you let them."
Danny blinked, surprised. Before he could even think of something to say, the General was beginning to speak.
"Mr. Lancaster, this is a matter of national security! There are terrorists using Gifted people out there as weapons! How are we supposed to defend ourselves if our team can't even find them, let alone survive in a fight with them?"
The woman jumped right in. "You could hire Danny out on a contract. He could maintain control, and he could decide how he wants to do things. We could assemble our own team of Gifted people. How does that sound, Danny?"
"Well, I-"
"Refuse an order? How can we get anything done if a soldier doesn't obey a direct command from a superior officer?" The General exploded.
"I'm not a soldier, General, and I have no wish to be. Doctor Lee is right. I'll only play ball on my terms." Danny said. In truth, the whole thing was moving too fast for his taste, but the fact that the General wasn't even letting him talk had gotten to him.
The general sputtered, his face a dark red. He took a deep breath and got a hold of himself. "I'll have my people call your people." He said to Doctor Lee, as though Danny wasn't even there, and marched out of the room, followed by his subordinates.
Doctor Sarah Lee put her full attention on Danny. "We need to start locating other Gifted people. I'm pretty sure that the Military is going to go over our heads to create it's super team, so we need to get the strongest people with us."
Danny shook his head in disbelief. "Why are you doing this?"
"So I can get my hands on some research data from some really powerful Psychics, of course! You guys aren't that common, you know. And the added funding." The last part came out in a rush of words. Danny had heard that the University was having some funding issues, but he still didn't like the idea of her just in it for the money. Wasn't he though?
"Maybe your parents know something. Is there any history of Psionic ability in your family?" Doctor Lee asked.
"Don't you know? You've been studying me for long enough, shouldn't you have asked them before?"
"Oh, I did, but I thought that they were hiding something from me. They said that neither of them had ever heard of such abilities in your family."
"Well, why don't you call them? I'm going to go and get changed out of these sweats and into some normal clothes." Danny turned to head for the locker rooms. "Why don't you tell them the army was here looking for me? That should jog their memories." He walked out of the room.
Half an hour later, Danny stepped out of the locker room, fully clothed. He was wearing a navy blue T-shirt under a black hoody, with normal jeans and tan sneakers. His dark hair was still wet from his shower. He was surprised to see Doctor Lee in front of him, tapping her foot. She brushed a long strand of black hair out of her face and handed him a list of addresses. "Did you know your parents were part of a secret government agency?" She asked, irritated.
"What?" Was the only thing Danny could think to say. His parents? He thought of the goofy pair of people that had raised him. His mom, who had an overpowering fear of cats, and his dad, the aqua-phobic ventriloquist. In the military? "No way! What's this then?" He held up the list.
"Those are the addresses of the other people from your parent's unit. I would assume that they would also have had children, each who could possibly be as powerful as you. What are you waiting for, get going!"
Danny stood for a moment, stunned. His parents? In the government? They were Gifted? He came too when Doctor Lee gave him a push towards one of the exits. "Alright, alright, I'm going." He followed the direction of the push.
"We'll have things set up in the second sub-basement when you get back, Danny!" Doctor Lee shouted to him through cupped hands. As soon as he drove off, she hurried off to start moving equipment.
OOC: God, that was ugly. So, are these people in different states, or what? I'd envisioned the University to be somewhere on the east coast, somewhere near D.C., if not in it.
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Post by Grimmlocke on Sept 29, 2006 23:01:09 GMT -5
OOC: That's totally up to you guys. I elected to have mine being studied. It's any easy way for me to explain how he knows how to use his Gift. Yeah, I'm lazy like that.
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Post by Grimmlocke on Sept 29, 2006 22:55:24 GMT -5
OOC: Whenever, I suppose. Feel free to go crazy with the powers.
By go crazy I mean choose anything from the spectrum of Psionic abilities. I would ask that you either have a definition or a link to something like one if the power isn't commonly known.
The only real limit that I'd ask is that everyone come in with only one ability, the reason being that the "bad guys" have multiple powers, which aren't as strong as our characters would be.
So yeah, if you want to join than go ahead and do a little intro, a character sheet if you feel the need, obviously they aren't required, though. Anyway, do a little intro and Danny'll pop in at some inconvenient moment to inform said character of their abilities if the characters are unaware, and/or invite them to come and work with him.
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Post by Grimmlocke on Sept 29, 2006 19:36:40 GMT -5
"C'mon, Danny, just a few more minutes. You can do it!" The trainer shouted at a black haired young man. Sweat rolled down Danny's head as he concentrated. Directly above him hovered an eighteen wheeler. It was loaded with hundreds of bottles of water. He stood with his arms cast upwards as though he were lifting it with them instead of his mind.
"Okay, kid. Set it down gently. Gently, I said!" Danny grimaced as the trainer shouted at him. It was hard enough without having to listen to some unGifted fool shouting. He slowly lowered his hands in front of him, the eighteen wheel floating down in front of him. Suddenly, a drop of sweat got in his ice blue eyes, breaking his concentration. The transport fell the last remaining foot to the ground with a rather loud crash.
His task done, Danny looked around. Nearby was the ever present sign. The one that declared the building part of the Dubois University for Theoretical Sciences. The University had discovered his ability when he was in his early teens and asked him he wanted to work for them. All he had to do was complete their tests, which usually involved lifting things, and they would pay him a healthy wage. As a result, Danny had been able to avoid "real" work his entire life.
"Yo, Danny!" The trainer, Randy Caverone, shouted again. Randy was one of the Students that went to the University. Danny had found out that Randy was paid in extra credit for documenting the experiments.
Danny took a deep breath and turned around. "Yeah?"
"There's some guys here looking for you! I think they're from the military!"
Danny grunted. Great. This didn't sound good.
OOC: Okay, the current plan is this: The government kept careful track of all the Gifted people in their programs. They did their best to make sure that Gifted mated with Gifted, and they often succeeded, as in Danny's case. Of course he doesn't know that his parents used to be secret operatives for the government.
Anyway, the government is going to use Danny to round up other Gifted people on their radar. Who better to track down people with powers than another person with abilities of his own?
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Post by Grimmlocke on Aug 6, 2006 1:56:08 GMT -5
Adam Wright checked his watch. It was almost time. Gathered around him were men and women that were part of a CIA task force charged with eliminating potential threats in the Middle East. He liked his job. He liked the money. The only thing he didn't like was the waiting. Adam reached up to adjust his tie. "How's the satellite feed?" He asked, his question aimed at Kate Roonie, who sat in front of a screen that displayed an overhead view of their current target.
"Fulani just got in his car, sir. He's got other members of his entourage in the car with him. Wait. There's someone else. A kid?"
"A kid? So?" Adam asked. The question meant more than it implied though. Was the boy related to Ali bin Osama bin Ahmed Fulani? Their target was a rather progressive Muslim leader that wanted to oust the current rulers of Iran. Of course, a full scale civil war would disrupt the lucrative oil trade that America had established, and that couldn't happen. Adam personally felt sorry for the guy, but he had to follow orders if he wanted his checks to clear.
"So, he's not Arabic." Kate tossed over her shoulder.
"What is he then?"
"I don't know. He could be from anywhere in Europe. Hell, he could be American." She frowned for a moment, thinking. "Should we abort? The kid could be a hostage."
Adam grimaced. "We have our orders. The kid's just in the wrong place at the wrong time." He gave the order to go ahead. In an instant, a single attack drone launched from a nearby transport, loaded down with enough explosives to take out a tank.
"Ten seconds till impact." Kate intoned.
Adam loosened his tie and counted in his head.
"Five seconds till impact."
He took a sip of water.
"Two seconds. One second."
Adam leaned forward in his chair, his eyes glued to the screen.
"Detonation."
Adam stood up as the screen lit up with the explosion. He grinned. Another mission complete. He had turned to congratulate his team when Kate's voice pulled him back.
"Sir, you should take a look at this." Her voice was unexpectedly heavy.
Adam turned around to look at the clearing explosion. The car was still there, still moving at the same speed along the road. Around it, a dome of air seemed to flicker, then clear. Adam's eyes bulged. "What the **** is that?" He whispered.
A car enroute to Tehran, Iran.
Ali Fulani grinned as he turned from the window to look at a young man in his mid twenties. "Well, Sergei, it looks as though you were worth the price we paid your government. With your help, we shall free my country."
Sergei Ivanovich, for his part, was non-plussed.
Washington D.C.
Adam couldn't believe what he was hearing. After he had reported the goings on to his superiors, he had been brought into a special briefing on the current situation on Ali Fulani's group. Apparently, the men and women assigned to cover Mr. Fulani had each missed a check in for 24 hours, then re-appeared saying that nothing was going on. Only one had sent a message beforehand about a special purchase that Fulani had made before he had evidently been turned. "So, what's going on here?" He asked the briefing officer, who turned to gave him an irritated glance before returning to his projection.
"In the 1950's, both the American and Soviet governments funded Psi-Ops divisions, men and women dedicated to using their alleged mental abilities to further the gains of their country. We gave up after it seemed the Soviets had decided that their research was being about as fruitful as ours was. Unfortunately, we seem to have been misinformed." The officer flicked a control in his hand, and the projection changed to a picture of a group of men and women in labcoats.
"These scientists were working on creating the ideal Psi-Ops Soldier for the Soviet Union, and apparently, they did very well. Like many research projects, the Soviets gained a quick lead on us, mostly because their government didn't really care about human losses. We don't know how many people died at their hands, or how many children were born deformed or dead because of them. What we do know is that they successfully created at least one prototype soldier, said to be able to coerce people simply by suggesting an action to them. We don't know what other abilities this soldier might have, or if there are others. What we do know is that the program dissappeared after the collapse of the Union." He changed the projector again.
"What we do know is that this man, Ali bin Osama bin Ahmed Fulani, recently purchased a rather large of research material from the Russian Mafia. People, we don't know what he bought, but it's possible that he could have in his possession a weapon that we have no defense against."
A few weeks later, the American Psi-Ops program was re-organized, and recruiters were sent out to find new talents to bring to their country's aid.
OOC: Okay, so here's what we've got. As it's almost three in the morning, I'm going to make this brief. An Iranian rebel had bought results of the Soviet Paranormal program. The American equivilent has been brought back with increased funding. I'm going to add onto this later so don't post anything IC yet, though if you want to go ahead and create a character, feel free. Ugh, I'm beat.
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Post by Grimmlocke on Jun 27, 2006 12:08:33 GMT -5
OOC: Well, I was planning on having some kind of communication between Zane and whomever is in charge of training Soldiers on the Zionist side. You know, some kind of training excersize to bring any overconfident people down a few notches. After that, I thought we would move on to the first missions. Mayhaps some simple assassination missions for the Machinists, and the Zionists would be tasked with defending the targets? (I would assume some low ranking, but talented captains would be the targets.)
Suggestions?
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Post by Grimmlocke on Jun 26, 2006 1:03:53 GMT -5
OOC: What do you mean you've never done anything like this? I seem to remember a certain thread on the MxO boards where a certain group of people had the descendants of their characters bop all about...but yeah. If you have a Matrix character, just give them a student, be it their child or some other relation. Or don't. I'll most likely be focusing on Eric and his team in this, because it's about the future after all...
Hate to burst your bubble Max, but it seems that I'm the villain in this one. If you can call my antiheros that.
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Post by Grimmlocke on Jun 24, 2006 2:11:35 GMT -5
OOC: Mweh, I got tired of not writing Matrix stuff, and Zane has been getting kinda restless in my head, so I've started to crap out another "future?" rp. In this future (10 years ahead), the balance of power between Zion and 01 has remained. Due to expansion pressures, the humans have spread out into a second city, for now called Outpost. In retaliation, the Machines have allowed their equally expanding human population to inhabit a city that they have begun to construct. It has been given the extremely imaginative moniker 02. The only humans that remain in 01 are in the Academy, where all freed minds that wish to join the fight.
Okay, the main reason I made 02 and Outpost is to have "frontier" areas. You know, like the towns of the Old West. They're incomplete, in an almost constant change. New tunnels are being drilled, which is noisy, power is being brought in (In the form of portable generators, scrapped hovercraft powercores, in the case of the Zionists, and imported human heat/fusion generators for the Machinists.) Both are bustling, vibrant towns. In an ironic turn of events, the Matrix has been slowly expanded into a wide countryside.
Sadly, the war is hot inside the Matrix. On the outside, both sides are far to busy building to bother attacking each other.
Welcome, to my Future.
IC: "Reamus, we've got the package, and now we need an exit." Five Zionists sped down a dirt road. The Captain of the group sat in front on the passenger's side, speaking into his cell phone. The operator could be heard speaking on the other side. "Well, you're heading into the city now, so it'll be easier to find you one there."
"Yeah, I hope we do. Because you know it's more dangerous there." The car jumped as it hit a speed bump that seperated the countryside from the outskirts of the city.
Soon, the vehicle was flashing past skyscrapers and pedestrians. "Reamus, I need an exit and I need it now!" Everyone in the car was becoming more and more tense, their eyes darting from building to building as the passed them.
"So, where are they, Captain?" One operative asked, her head swiveling to face the man in the front seat.
"I don't know, Siren, I don't know. Stay alert. They could be anywhere."
A few miles down the road, a lone woman tracked the car through the scope affixed to her rifle. She grinned and spoke into the air, the bluetooth enabled phone on her ear picking up her words. "Zane, I have a shot. Should I take it?" Her voice, cold and emotionless, was answered by a male equivilent. "Go."
Back in the car, the operatives remained vigilant. Suddenly, a single shot rang out. "Oh, no. Did you hear that?" A wheel popped and went flat, the rubber sailing off to the side. Someone swore as the car swerved out of control and tilted crazily to the side before tipping over and scraping along the gorund. As soon as the car had stopped, operatives were leaping out and pulling out their assorted weaponry.
The first three operatives were taken down before they could get off a shot. The Driver fired three times before catching a round in the shoulder. In contrast to the rest of his crew, the captain sprinted down a nearby alleyway. As soon as he leapt up onto a nearby rooftop, his cell rang. He opened it up. "Reamus?"
"No, Havok. Guess again." A teasing voice filtered through. "Zane."
Two people jumped up to join him on the rooftop. The same black-clad woman that had shot out the tires smiled at him and pointed her rifle at him. "Bang, Havok. You're dead." She smiled.
The other Soldier in black ran a glove through his short blonde hair. "Man, Havok. Just because there were more on your team than on mine, it didn't mean that you had an automatic win."
"Yeah, yeah...whatever."
The simulation world behind them dissappeared into the white of the Construct. One by one, operatives began to wink out as they were jacked out. The black clad woman winked at the man called Zane. "Catch you on the flipside, hon." She dissapeared.
He sat up, the red goo of the fusion device dripping off of him. A pair of slippery lips met his before he could free his eyes. As soon as he could speak, he called her name. "Artemis."
"You're hot today." She smiled down and wiped his eyes for him. She was plainly of Asian descent, her light skin shorn of all body hair, save a set of finely arching eyebrows. Somehow, she made bald look good.
"Eric!" The man turned too look at a rather upset looking older man. "Zane." He said.
"And don't you forget it, kid. You don't get to use it until I say you do." Zane watched as his former charge stood up and dressed. At 17, the young warrior was nearing his first command. Of course, his skill, combined with his youth, had given rise to a rather large amount of pride.
"Why? I'm as good as you were when you got your first command! Why can't I be Zane? It's not like you use it anymore."
Zane blinked. "Why? Because you haven't got a ship yet. Your group is barely battle-proven. There are hundreds of thousands of millions of reasons why you aren't yet." Zane was proud of Eric for being chosen to lead a strike force of talented young warriors. Each one had recycled the name of other Machinist heroes. The only difference was that, besides Zane, the heroes were dead.
"Nice work on the program, by the way. Why don't you and your team go cool off back in the barracks?" Zane's gaze swept the small room. In response, Eric led his group out of the Power Complex. They each wore simple black tunics and pants, and their black boots echoed off the metal floor.
Zane shook his head as the door slid shut behind them. They were skilled, but they were over confident. He began to think of possible ways to test them against their counterparts in the Zionist military.
Mentally, he began to compose a message to put down and send to his enemies underground.
OOC: Mweh, I'm tired now. Besides, I've a eight hour shift for work tommorrow. Fare thee well, for now....
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Post by Grimmlocke on Sept 7, 2005 9:59:58 GMT -5
*Head pops in* What, did someone say CotN? The Vampire rp shall never dieeee!!! At least it won't if SOME people would post...*Fires off razor sharp glares in every direction.*
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Post by Grimmlocke on Oct 18, 2006 23:52:51 GMT -5
OOC: Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about you guys. Just trying to figure out what I want to do here.
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